Monday, August 25, 2008

All My Bags Are Packed I'm Ready to Go...


Not really, on either account.

I just can't believe it is time to go back already, and I absolutely loathe saying goodbyes.
And gee, I really wish there were some pithy humorous anecdotes I could relate, but life doesn't always present itself to me like that.
I guess in another life I might have been Hank Williams or Johnny Cash cause it seems like I'm always looking at the back end of a Trailways.
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